I'm not a puppy! (age regression)

1. What do you think your doing?

"Just what do you think you're doing?"
They stuttered and didn't really answer, so I went ahead and took back my wallet before pulling down their hood.

It was a kid, they didn't look older than maybe 11 or 12. They looked pretty androgynous and I suck at assuming age and gender.
"Oh god, you're just a kid"

The child didn't really like my statement and began to get angry
" M' noh a kid!"
They struggled against grip and tried to kick me, poor little thing was getting so worked up. I needed to help them

"Where are your parents?"

They grew angrier and screamed at me, yanking at my hand while stomping their foot, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Tears fell from their eyes and that only seemed to upset them more as they inwardly screamed and the crying ceased.

But that didn't stop the attempted pulling out of my grip. I squated down to this tiny ones level and spoke in a calming voice.
"Hey hey it's ok, calm down-"

They didn't like that, as they cut me off, screaming.
"Fuck off!"

I was abit taken aback and unconsciously loosened my grip. The kid pulled out, sending them straight into the nearby streetlamp, really whacking their head.

I gasped and knelt infront of the kid as they slid to the ground and cried out.
"Owwwwwwwwwww"
They raised their hands to their face as I noticed blood glistening in the light from where they'd hit their head. I muttered to myself as I rubbed the kids hands.

They slumped a bit more and I gently lifted their chin trying to keep their attention.
"Hey sweetie, can you look at me for a minute, just a second sweetie I know it hurts"
The most beautiful eyes stared at me, unfocused and clouded with tears. A deep dark blue starry sky that briefly stole my attention before I was pulled back to the situation at hand by pitiful whimper.

A hand grasped my wollen overcoat. The kid cried in pain as tears poured from their eyes, now tightly shut. I softly held their face and whispered in their ear.

"Its going to be ok sweetie, you're going to be alright"

For a fleeting second the hurt child looked at me, calmed, then let out a final cry before falling forward onto me, passed out.

I had a moment of panic, did I just kill this kid?

I hastily but gently turned the small thing around in my hold and checked they were breathing, they were. I felt for a pulse, it was hard to find but there.

I inspected the wound, sheepishly pushing apart the shaggy and dirty navy locks aside to reveal a small enough cut, not deep, and thankfully not too much blood

So I have not killed this kid.

I took a tissue out of my sleeve and held it to the cut, apply light pressure.

I considered bringing them to the hospital, my thoughts racing as I fumbled for my phone, pondering if I should call for an ambulance when their injuries don't seem bad, when suddenly I was hit by an intense wave of emotion. An intense, impossible to ignore gut feeling.

Take them home

I paused, and looked at the unconscious child. Something deep inside of me said there's something special about this one. A spark that told me, don't let them get hurt, don't let them go.

They need you

I did as my gut told me, I stood, the child now draped in my arms, their head resting on my shoulder.

I carefully reached into my bag and pulled out my phone to make a call as I walked on.

I rolled through my contacts and clicked on someone I knew would be able to help, my dearest elder brother.
"Hey Andrew, what's up?"
"Um hey Tom, I need some help, how quick can you get to my house, and do you have your med kit?"
"Andrew what's happened?"
He demanded an answer, sounding almost scared.
"Something absolutely insane, I'll explain it but can you get to the house quick"
"Well I'm in the car right now so... maybe 15 minutes"
"Perfect, I'll explain everything to you once I get there-"

He cut me off
"No! You're gonna explain right now Andrew"
I looked down at the little punk in my arms and smiled, saying one last thing into my phone before hanging yo annoy the hell outta Tom.

"I think I found my baby"

Authors Note

Guess who's back, back again